My body became an explosive machine last night. Like a fountain. Whether I wanted it to or not. I must have thrown up eight times. It definitely encourages me to be more selective the next time I have sushi. If I ever have it again.
It wasn't the best timing to get food poisoning; I was playing two shows the next day. But really, when is it ever the best timing? Life happens the way it happens. I called my fellow musician who I was doing the first show with and gave her a status report. Things weren't looking good, but who knows, anything could happen. A few hours later, I was capable of walking around and eating some solid food. A little while later, I was able to drag myself in to our venue and get set up.
The thing about music is that when it comes from the heart, it is based in true emotion and love. When you've practised it for months, it can easily flow out of you without any thought. So when it was showtime, it was the easiest thing ever. No nerves, no faintness, no mistakes. Sitting down and socializing wasn't so easy but the music was effortless. Especially when I looked out into the crowd and saw the smiling faces of so many people I love.